“Don’t stop me, I want to do this,” she said cryptically and then she lowered her face and bathed my asshole with her tongue.
I fucking came in a shuddering, screaming frenzy. The pleasure started at the top of head. I could feel it pulsing through my scalp and then down across my painfully hard nipples. It swam through my stomach, heating it and clenching it, and then swiftly down through my vagina and ripped through my entire pussy. I clenched hard at the pleasure, screaming who knows what. My legs spasmed and then clamped around her head, crushing it, and holding her there. I would never let her leave my pussy. I needed more of that magical tongue, and I thrust at it. She gripped my ass and pulled me tighter and the orgasm crested again, surprising me. I choked on a sob, my emotions overwhelming me.
She pressed hard on my thighs and pushed my legs apart. I heard her breath deep and then she licked my clitoris. It was too much, and I pushed down on her head to get her away from me. She chuckled, and I lifted my head, my eyes swimming and unfocused to look at her. She was beautiful. Her smile was wide and bright. Her face was covered in my juices, and she licked her lips.
I reached down and grabbed her head none-to-gently to pull her up and she slid up my body deliciously, with her breasts caressing my skin, to find my hungry mouth. My lips crushed hers and slipped across them with my slick, sweet juices. I licked at her mouth and then probed deep, thrusting my tongue in her mouth searching for more of my flavour.
We became animals. Unable to press ourselves together enough. Our combined sweat, our juices, and our spit covered us and made everything more pleasurable. My hormones were on overdrive. Nothing existing except her and our mutual pleasure.
I felt is ignoring her own pleasure, and I felt guilty. I forced her over onto her back, and I wasn’t gentle. She squeaked and then moaned when my mouth closed on her nipple. I sucked the hard nub into my mouth and relished the feel of it. I switched nipples and sucked again. Her hands slid through my hair to my head and held me there and I bit gently. I pressed both of her breasts together and sucked both nipples at once. She was making the most beautiful sounds. Everything I did was rewarded with a small sound of pleasure and it guided me. Let me learn what made her happy and feel pleasure.
My God, I managed to think clearly for a brief moment, making love to a woman is so much better than a man. She’s so responsive. So ready and willing. So soft. And so, so, hard when the time is right.
I had to taste her entire body and started my quest. I was out of control. I no longer had any inhibitions, and the liberation was soul changing. I licked her breasts, sucked as much flesh along with her nipples into my mouth. I lifted her arms and licked her sides along her rib cage eliciting a fit of giggles. I swirled my tongue in her tiny belly button. I would rise up quickly and nip at her neck, and ear lobes, descend to a nipple and then down around her stomach. I wanted to taste every inch of her.
All the time my thoughts were focused on her pussy. I could smell her so clearly. It was heavenly and my mouth watered, letting me lick more and more of her exposed flesh. My tongue finally brushed her patch of downy hair, the only hair she had down there, and her smell of arousal grew stronger in my nostrils.
My fingers slid down and caressed her calves, squeezing and tickling. I stroked the back of her knees and she groaned letting me know I had found a lovely spot. I slid down and lifted a leg and licked inside her knee and stared down at her swollen pussy. She was shaved and her lips were parted and gleaming.
I licked up her thigh and then, too hungry to continue teasing her, I lapped at my first pussy. The first taste was so much better than I had hoped, and I knew I could never be without it. People describe the taste of pussy and never truly get it right. Her taste on my tongue was tangy and sweet. Beyond pale words. It was nectar. It was honey. It was mine and I dove in.
I pushed up both her legs and she grabbed them holding them high under her knees. I could see her beautiful pussy spread open and soaking in her juices and my spit. Below, her asshole pulsed and called to me, remembering the pleasure she had given me there. I licked her from her rosebud to her clit and she moaned deep and loud. Her head was thrown back, her hair strewn about and in disarray, and her mouth was open wide sucking in air. Grunts and groans poured from her. I looked up over her body and loved the image of her breasts rising firm above her slim ribcage. Her nipples jutted hard into the air. I reached up and twisted them and placed my mouth on her clitoris and sucked gently.
Jennifer came on my mouth. Juices poured from her and she spasmed and grabbed my head forcefully and pressed me hard against her pussy. I lapped and sucked and swallowed her nectar. I had never tasted anything better.
I wanted her to cum again and continued to eat her. I licked and sucked every part of her pussy and asshole. I was starving and she was my dessert. She came again and again and then pushed hard at my head and clamped her legs closed and rolled onto her side, gasping and panting.
I slid behind her and carefully rearranged her hair and pulled it from her face where it was plastered by her sweat. I spooned behind her and sucked her earlobe, kissed her cheek, and then stretched my head around to her mouth. She twisted her head toward me and we kissed gently. Our tongues lapping up our combined juices and probing our mouths. She shuddered over and over.
“I just keep cuming,” she moaned into my mouth. “Oh, my fuck, it’s so powerful. Jessica! Oh, Jessica! That was amazing. Thank you! Thank you, so much!”
I held her until her shakes stopped. And then she turned on her side to face me. Our noses touched and we stared into each other’s eyes. I could get lost in her deep brown eyes. Her lashes were long and gave her eyes a beauty I don’t think I had ever noticed before in other women. I kissed her lips and then smiled at her.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!”
We laughed, then giggled, and kissed while we giggled. Hands roamed and found wet places to explore and tease. Nipples were sucked gently, and breasts caressed. Necks were nibbled and backs stroked. We were lost in our intent to simply pleasure the other and I lost myself in what I was doing and what she was doing. We would stop by some understood sign and cuddle and hold each other, soaking up each other’s heat. Then we would resume. It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure and relaxation.
I had never been so intimate with someone. So closely connected. My heart was on fire and my soul? My soul was singing louder than it had in any other time in my life. I thought of Desmond then, holding him in my arms right after giving birth, and looking into his eyes. No, I realised, the pleasure with Jennifer is only a close second to the birth of my son. I pushed those lovely thoughts away and focused on the woman in my arms.